tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25316239823138603122024-02-19T02:07:47.915-08:00caffeinated nomadologiesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-37444281810288589742018-06-06T16:49:00.001-07:002018-06-06T16:49:11.177-07:00Landing bells<p dir="ltr">On a plane trip across the country, one of the little things I notice every time the plane lands is the immediate pull of the cell phone, the network, the lure of connectivity, or maybe, the network calling all its servants back to waking connected status. I feel the pull in my pocket or in the seat pocket in front of me, of a device that wants to be on, to be lighting up with notifications alerting me to all I've missed in the meantime. Of course, some people don't wait until the plane lands and pulls off the runway; you can hear a message notification from a few rows up or back, someone who just couldn't wait at 500 feet, or, probably, whose phone has been on the whole time.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But the idea that we're 'eager to see what we've missed' when we reconnect is not exactly what I had in mind. There's something existential going on, something of people returning to life and being validated as children might, like being gifted as if on Christmas morning with little packages with shiny bows and bright wrapping paper. "Ring-ring-ring" goes the passenger's phone in seat 18C, while the person next to me is rewarded with the comforting sound of chimes, and 23A gets 3 "swooshes" in a row. And then another. And then another. And two more, while the man sitting the next row up turns around and speaks dryly for everyone else who's been listening to this impressive cascade..."Back to work!"</p>
<p dir="ltr">As the plane rolls forward and turns toward the gates, I try to focus on the sky, the runway, where I've been and where I'm going for a few moments before I, too, give in to the impulse to switch off airplane mode and see how much of myself I've missed. I don't last long. </p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-88206416166903144282017-10-01T10:00:00.001-07:002017-10-01T12:04:39.198-07:00Space to play: A LEGO-style parklet for New Haven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As a transplant from the relatively parklet-rich San Francisco Bay Area, and since I love all the grassroots outdoor energy in my home of the last four years, New Haven, I was excited to hear about this recent <a href="http://www.gonhgo.org/parklet-design-competition" target="_blank">parklet design competition</a> from <a href="http://www.gonhgo.org/" target="_blank">goNewHavengo</a> and <a href="https://www.makehaven.org/" target="_blank">MakeHaven</a>. The challenge: to think of a novel public space for a New Haven neighborhood that would fit into the space of two parking spots, and expand the possibilities of what public space can be and mean. Awesome.<br />
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I personally don't have a background in architecture or design, and didn't think I'd have anything much to contribute to the contest. But I loved hearing about others' ideas at the mid-September open house held at MakeHaven, as covered in colorful detail in Lucy Gellman's New Haven Independent <a href="http://www.newhavenindependent.org/index.php/archives/entry/parklets_/" target="_blank">article</a>. And when I saw Kassandra Leiva and Misha Semenov's Urban Canopy model, and heard it mentioned more than once that there are few parklets that are actually made with children in mind, it gave me this little idea...<br />
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Why not make a parklet out of LEGO? I had a bunch of old sets from when I was a kid (and, let's be honest, a few new ones in the time since), and as I checked out more and more pictures of parklets online, I found myself most fascinated by parklets that created new shapes, angles, curves, and elevations, and that seemed to open up new spaces for the imagination in the tiniest of spots. There must be some great collections of images out there from cities around the world (Brazil seems to have quite a few?).<br />
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I'm interested in getting deeper into this but for the meantime I'll just share a few more pictures of what I imagined for New Haven, and wonder...could a LEGO-style parklet actually come to fruition?<br />
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In this parklet, a hill-shaped climbing and sitting structure is surrounded on both sides by places to sit...<br />
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...park your bike...<br />
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...and check out a map of the neighborhood.<br />
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Might as well imagine what it'd look like with people, right? Traffic is moving by in the street behind, but everyone in the parklet seems pretty content to be chatting, playing, relaxing, getting to know each other better.<br />
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From above and...<br />
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...from a nearby storefront.<br />
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A close-up of the central hill section<br />
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A parked bike in the foreground (is that a Schwinn?) and, in the back corner, a 3-tiered tree-shelf for leaving and 'borrowing' toys, like one of New Haven's <a href="http://www.newhavenindependent.org/index.php/archives/entry/newhallville_library/" target="_blank">little libraries</a> for free book exchange.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-34610855964297683352016-01-02T10:31:00.003-08:002016-01-02T11:41:36.727-08:00The stairs of East Rock Park<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When Yale publicized its smoke-free campus initiative in the fall, I decided to sign up for the American Lung Association's Fight for Air Climb in remembrance of my grandmother, who passed away from lung cancer 10 years ago. The climb is a race/walk/run up 531 stairs in a neighboring apartment building on March 5th, and to get ready in the meantime I'll be climbing and documenting as many of New Haven's outdoor or public stairs as I can find.<br />
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Now, I don't imagine there'll be TOO many posts here since, let's face it, New Haven is pretty flat. But there are some nice ones in <a href="http://www.cityofnewhaven.com/parks/parksinformation/eastrockpark.asp" target="_blank">East Rock Park</a>, a mile or two from home, and a few days ago I hopped on the scooter and gave them a climb, from the bottom to the top of the park: </div>
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If you'd like to climb together or recommend some stairs, please get in touch. And if you'd like to donate to the cause, too, that'd be great--here's a link to my <a href="http://action.lung.org/goto/daveclimbing" target="_blank">Fight for Air Climb profile page</a> or just click on the button here:
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-3166355299227260122014-08-07T19:42:00.000-07:002014-08-07T19:43:01.479-07:00Behind the New Haven sunset<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A long hiatus on this blog, but an iced mocha from <a href="http://www.koffeefamily.com/" target="_blank">Koffee?</a> on a warm evening and a bike ride out north of the city and then back again, back into the night, seemed like a good occasion. Riding on a borrowed bicycle, or maybe inherited is a better word, from my friend R who's now 6000 miles away in the fair state of Hawaii, seemed like a good occasion.<br />
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And like him and the sticker shock (buying food in a state that's more expensive than CT??) he writes about on <a href="http://russinhawaii.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">his blog</a>, I'm struck by the differences between the roads as ridden in the Bay Area and here in and around New Haven: the lack of shoulders to ride on here, the smooth, well-paved-ness of many country roads but still the frequent treacherous potholes, and then there was the wasp or whatever it was that unfortunately found its way into my pant leg and must have felt its life to be in danger from the fabric thrashing about because of all the pedaling, because it gave such a nice sting to remember it by, a sting that proceeded to radiate up and down my hamstring for the rest of the ride home, perhaps just to serve as a reminder that everything in the background isn't always as pretty as the pictures we post on Facebook and Instagram...<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-51574518459453052552014-03-26T01:58:00.000-07:002014-03-26T22:58:18.388-07:00Late night caffeination<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-15632216764411680802011-08-25T12:14:00.000-07:002011-08-25T12:56:11.494-07:00sounding notes in PhilzThey're really just chords broken up with the sustain pedal pressed, nothing too complicated. But they ripple across the room like waves, enough to make at least a few of the screen-bound denizens look up, look around, first at the player, at each other (all too briefly) and then back at their screens. What is this, this...<i>piano</i>...doing, interrupting the flow of the cafe, where Arcade Fire has until now been laying down the sonic carpet for all the coffee drinkers here to write, read, watch, click and surf upon?<br />
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Good. The philzsters turn the radio up and the sounds run roughshod over each other, not just two different rhythms and tones, but two different places, two different callings upon the listener. This is not what we paid our $3 for, is it? Paid our dues up at the front and retreated to the back room here so that we could plug in, sip, and zoom in, pleasantly distracted from the need to remember that we also belong to other places? No doubt, the back room of Philz in Berkeley is the closest daily experience I know to the cyberspace of William Gibson's <i>Neuromancer</i>: plugged in, jacked up, tuned out.<br />
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What else is happening? The two girls next to me both have computer screens open, facing each other, coffee, water, notebooks, a napkin on the table. But both sit for the moment peering into smaller screens, cradling their phones with two hands, thumbs moving furiously as they text...text someone. First one sets her phone down, and then the other. A slight sigh from the girl on the other side as the one on this side scans Facebook. No judgment here--I'd probably be doing the same thing if I weren't writing this. But a text comes right back to the far phone, perched as they are, right next to the computer. She picks it up, scrolls, responds.<br />
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The next song on the playlist. The piano continues.<br />
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Then, laughter from the other side of the room. What, a few friends are talking at one of the tables over there? A woman rubs the back of a bald guy's head, looking amused. They keep talking. What are they talking about? Smiles amidst the arpeggiated chords, the clicking keys, the sound of a metal container being struck repeatedly from the coffee bar in front. The next in a slow stream of people heads to the bathroom. I stretch.<br />
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And then, just like that, the guy who had been playing the piano comes to a slow stop, turns slowly on the bench, and puts a book back into his bag. Stands up, looks around slightly, and makes his way across the room. Nobody says anything. I say nothing. I don't even look. What would Facebook girl think if I broke this silence that isn't, if I spoke across her table and said thank you to the guy?<br />
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He will never know. Not because he's all that far away now. But because I didn't, couldn't, can't look. <br />
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원래 이 블로그를 "카페 생활"에 대한 내 생각을 적으려고 만든 공간입니다. 영어로 쓰인 과거의 글을 보시면 아시겠지만...<br />
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저는 UC버클리 대학원생으로 논문을 쓰고 있는 중이거든요. 집, 도서관, 연구실 같은 곳에서 써도 되지만 글쎄...자극이 없다고 해야되나요 (연구실)? 지루하다고 그럴까요 (도서관)? 침대, 소파, TV같은 유혹이 너무 많다고나 할까요 (집)? 그래서 그런지 몇년 전부터 캠퍼스 근처에 있는 카페를 *일하러* 다니기 시작했어요.<br />
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아시죠? 밀라노, 스트라다, 얄리스, 버클리 에스프렛소... 수없이 카페가 많습니다. 저는 다는 모르지만 그런 데서 많은 시간을 보내면서 얻은 지식과 생각들이 많아요. 그리고 지금, 논문을 쓰고 있어야 할 때지만 조금 미루는 사이사이에 적어보려고 합니다.<br />
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그리고 여러분! 저는 한국어를 배우는 미국인인데 틀린 말이라든지 더 적절한 표현이 있으면 도와주세요! 코멘트를 남겨주시면 참 좋겠어요.<br />
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그럼 출발해볼까요? 오늘 생각난 것은 맨 위에 쓰인 겁니다: 아침에는 서향, 오후에는 동향 카페를 찾아가는 게 좋다는 것. 내가 좋아하는 카페인 Fertile Grounds (Shattuck Ave와 Delaware 사거리) 에 왔는데 아침 햇살이 너무 뜨거워서 한시간만 있다가 나가버렸으니까, 무거운 컴과 책 들고 말이에요...<br />
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사진은 내가 다음으로 간 카페, 1 block정도 떠러진 데 있는 Berkeley Espresso에서 주문한 카푸치노입니다. 재미있게 생겼죠? <br />
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Today is a day befitting the title of this blog, if there every was one. I've been shying away from it, again thinking that any writing energy I spend ought to be put into my dissertation, and not into the more 'frivolous' project (if one can call it that?) of blogging <i>here--</i>not even on <a href="http://foundintranslation.berkeley.edu/">Found in Translation</a> where, I don't know, it <i>counts</i>, for something or, conversely, on Facebook where you can at least feel as if more of your friends will be seeing it, maybe even giving it a like or two.<br />
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And, thinking about it a little more, I guess I'm not the only one of the people I know and think most of as <i>bloggers</i> in my immediate (digital/real) surroundings. Lots of people seem to have given up on it, for now or for the longer now, having moved on to bigger and better (?) writing or other projects. Who has time to be blogging, right?<br />
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But it's funny how much the ecologies of media and writing seem to shift over the years. Where before blogging seemed to me (and who am I writing this to anyway--still seems to me) distracted and self-centered, egotistical, etc. etc. (you know, putting your private thoughts out there in the blogosphere for 'the whole world' to see, blah blah blah), NOW it seems like Twitter and Facebook and Tumblr and text messaging and all the rest have given a new name to distraction, while <i>blogging</i> requires some kind of commitment to the development of a text, and requisite centering of attention. Especially when you're not writing to sell through ad-clicks, or optimizing your posts for search engines. I mean, this post would have to be a whole lot sexier to get any attention at all, right?<br />
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So here I am writing, and feeling pretty good about it, with a section of the dissertation chapter on methods down, and another big one to go, before the day is through. Rotating through the four corners while I do it, and having a drink at each, is the way I thought I could stomach what looks to be a full day of writing, on what looks to be a fantastic day of clouds and sky outside. Choose places with good cappuccinos, nice ambiance, and big windows. Started at home up Solano, spent the last few hours in the next-generation Four Corners Cafe, and about to turn this western movement south and march down San Pablo to...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-91926347683885914942011-02-13T21:14:00.000-08:002011-05-04T10:00:54.762-07:00two on the lakeBig Valentine's sounds from the world over, courtesy of Oakland's Lake Merritt and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuMF07cfchY">DeVotchKa's '100 Lovers'</a>:<br />
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I'm not sure if I like this invisible wall--the January version--better than the covered trashbag version we had last month. Oh well, I'm sure the Operational Excellence folks have something even better lined up this term...<br />
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And finally able to look up toward the sky again after presentations finished.<br />
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And then...the beach.<br />
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Bubba and Rosie in the back of the car. Bubba likes eating seaweed and Rosie can take Bubba in a wrestling match any day. Fun evening with Jen & family!<br />
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But it's a little early for that kind of talk right now. On the flip side, I've been tempted to continue my brief little foray into the world of Yelp with some reviews of familiar places over the past few weeks, and maybe that, too, will come. But it's hard when you're sitting in places that are so layered with memories, to see them as objectively (or, at least, as objects) as you do when you're somewhere less familiar.<br />
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Which brings us to today, Christmas Eve, at Mishka's Café in Davis, along with the realization that the charger for this computer may be sitting 90 miles away in Berkeley...let's see if we have enough battery to finish this post after things of more consequence...<br />
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2:40pm. Now, a few hours later, after having sent off a job application and while digging in for another, I feel like I'm finally settling into this place. Some big band and decidedly old music on an appropriately low-res sound system underlines all the conversation and activity behind the bar. And there is conversation, and there is activity: even though classes have ended and families are gathering for the holiday, there is a group of students with books up on stands, vigorously debating this and that enzyme group. Two or three computer users (geeks) like me sit facing the wall, plugged in and logged on, comfortable until the next bathroom break. I have my back to the wall, facing the bar and numerous other tables that populate the front, middle, and more internal spaces that are marked out by the patterns of tables and what looks to be a giant cream separator in the middle of the room. The cappuccinos have been nice (I'm on my second) and I can't complain about the prices, having come from Berkeley and San Francisco, where it seems like they're even trying to make money on the cream cheese that they sell with the bagels...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-69221011306062305702010-12-10T10:37:00.000-08:002010-12-10T11:11:22.102-08:00as the landing gear retract for flight...Sitting in SOMA's <a href="http://www.epicentercafe.com/Epicenter_Cafe/Home.html">Epicenter cafe</a> and for whatever reason was moved to write my <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/epicenter-cafe-san-francisco#hrid:4E6FnUfXHKmYAnb2SKGO_w">2nd review</a> on Yelp. I thought about cut-and-pasting it here, but what would be the point of that? Can a Yelp review capture the sultry, moody, evolving ebb and flow of a moment in a cafe? Should it be rated by the life and voices and motions and postures and chewing sounds and laughter of the people who sit, mill, stand, work, talk in a given window of time? While the air recycles at 30,000 feet?<br />
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Can a blog post? <br />
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Maybe, and maybe not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-27214626799066821142010-11-26T12:07:00.000-08:002010-11-26T12:20:40.838-08:00bob & bill's big bike adventureTruthfully, I didn't know where to post this, since it's both a <a href="http://brushheadbob.blogspot.com/">Brushhead Bob</a> post and a Nomadologistic post. So here it is, on both.<br />
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Anyhow, Bob and USB Bill came along for the ride from Berkeley to Livermore for Thanksgiving day yesterday, helping to make sure that human companion burned off enough calories to sustain the feast in the evening. Much of their journey was chronicled in photos, all the way from the hills of Berkeley and Tilden Park, to the backroads of Orinda and Walnut Creek, to the East Bay hills south of Mt. Diablo, to the exhausted victory nap on the driveway of mom and dad's house.<br />
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Click on the map below to go to the album of photos. Enjoy!<br />
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p.s. Yes, Bob's doing OK.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-50158265974412484192010-11-07T19:05:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:05:56.530-08:00ahh, rain.Sitting up in the perch at Caffe Med for a few hours this morning, trying to get a handle on job applications and wanting to be outside playing in the puddles, or listening to the sound of the wet tires on pavement...<br />
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<blockquote>Standing in line at a cafe on a bright autumn day, my eye scans the scene and is immediately drawn to...a lit computer screen. #hyperreal.</blockquote>On this Halloween afternoon at Strada, where the Jolly Green Giant walked by with a nonchalant air as I was locking up my bike, when you're given permission to be a side of yourself who is actually someone else, I'm tempted back to the ideas of Umberto Eco, Jean Baudrillard, and myriad others who probably have thought such things but whose ideas weren't published in the 'right' form, the idea of the hyperreal, "absolute unreality as real presence".<br />
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But I'm not feeling it in the occasional Halloween costume that saunters by, as much as I am in the ubiquitous medium that populates cafe tables, desks at home, offices, and indeed people's pockets: screens. Screens, the rectangular, shimmering surfaces into which we peer, to which I've paid my homage to <a href="http://caffeinatednomadologies.blogspot.com/2010/01/enter-screen.html">before</a> on this very blog (saying the same thing this time? Perhaps...), the 'windows' that Anne Friedberg has done much to describe in her recent book, too.<br />
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I'm not sure if there's a profound statement to be made about this today, just a noticing, a marking, of how easily, how naturally, my eye is drawn to them, as are the eyes of others, to those spaces where reality seems somehow so much more real, or is it <i>enabling</i>, than the plain old blue sky and yellowing leaves on these patio trees. Is it strange that this day of costumes should be an occasion for seeing screens, as opposed to looking directly at what lies within them?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-33466280467994457582010-10-30T22:21:00.001-07:002010-10-30T22:21:49.410-07:00just.................because.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-69185824487747895672010-10-29T10:40:00.000-07:002010-10-29T19:31:54.522-07:001, 2, 3 clouds...First time sitting in Local 123 in quite a while, at that point in being sick--that is, getting better, but still carrying around the remnants--where there is a tinge of the melancholy written into everyday sights and smells. Something about body chemistry, which is amplified, for sure, by the overcast, slightly cool weather.<br />
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(tbc...)(?)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-35178848777550183462010-10-28T19:18:00.000-07:002010-10-28T19:25:40.580-07:00the best wifi cafe in berkeleyGot a little work done this afternoon in what I'd say is without doubt the best wifi cafe in Berkeley. Or, at least, the one with the most available seating. Yes, Airbears (the Berkeley wireless network) works at Memorial. BYOE(spresso).<br />
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Bright spot: free coffee when you buy bread at the German bakery on University Ave, and pretzels of all shapes and colors! Speaking of colors.<br />
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More brilliant post when less brilliant cold.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-6849529249150030132010-10-26T11:34:00.000-07:002010-10-26T11:34:07.726-07:00CLs and CVs at FGWorking this morning on a cover letter at Fertile Grounds, Elana's old haunts, on the sidewalk with the sound of cars and passersby fading in and out of consciousness. A fine fall morning that almost feels like..fall. Perhaps more later, but for now, back to the acronyms. <br />
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Frankly, yes.<br />
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But, for the meantime, that combination has me sitting here working on this chapter, hoping to mail it off in just a few hours so that I can...go back to sleep. And start the next one. I'm not expecting great profundity, but will open up the lines for a few observations of the whozits and whatsits of the Starbucks clientele, here at the corner of Center and Oxford Aves. in Berkeley. Mom, you'd be proud.<br />
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<ul><li>6:13am. There's been a definite pick-up in the activity level in the last 10 minutes. An interesting mix of construction workers, students (?), folks from the street, others who are harder to brand so immediately. Probably for the better.</li>
<li>6:15. I look at my latte. Kind of an uncharacteristic drink for me. Its foam and lack of a discrete surface on the top makes me think there just isn't much to photograph today. Sorry, Lalitha. I still like this pic best. :)</li>
<li>6:36. They are still, it seems, calling their drinks "tall, grande, vente". I think it's a matter of personal linguistic principle though that I will never use words other than "small", "medium", and "large". Even seeing the labels recently for two drink sizes at a donut shop, "small" and "regular" for the ice drinks, have ideology seeping through. And I know inside that so does the three-part S/M/L division but I'll wait another year or two before I admit that. </li>
<li>7:19. We're still 45 minutes before the start of 8:00 classes, the first round of the day (and how much Berkeley High School traffic is there up here, just one block but feels like a world away) and there's a quiet rhythm to the place--music still echoing in the background, calling itself background music, and conversations here and there, the crumpling sound of the waxed pastry baggies that they give you with their $1.65 donuts and $1.95 scones and everything else. Huh. $1.65 for an old-fashioned donut, sitting there right next to the muffins and scones. Looks so out of place apart from its donut brethren.</li>
<li>7:22. Somewhere there's a blog post waiting to be written about the politics and risk-taking of the electronica-encumbered body as it pertains to...urination in cafes. Sucks to have a computer and want to keep your seat and still have to take a piss. OK, I said it.</li>
<li>9:47. Oh my god, I'm still here. Having been here for almost 4 hours, I think I just logged my 100th overheard perky "Have a great day!" It's time to get out of here.</li>
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But carrying a recorder around with me is something that I've always meant to do anyway. We collectively spend so much time looking at and taking pictures, that it seems to me that photos end up as the default and normative media-type stand-in for our memories. Wherever you go, if you want to remember it, you should first and foremost remember to take your camera, pose for the camera, and take a picture. Maybe a video if you've got the equipment and wherewithal, and maybe a series of photos if you want to capture various aspects, different people, different angles...<br />
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But for me the <i>sounds</i> of a place are perhaps more evocative of the place than are the sights; for some reason, experiencing the sounds as they unfold again in time can transport me to that place in my mind, while at the same time <i>not</i> allowing me to affix labels so easily, to categorize, tag, and stash away in some box in the mind, as I feel I do with photos.<br />
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Sure, I'm being over-dramatic here, but I do think that audio recordings of place, <i>phono-graphs</i> of sorts, deserve a better place in our own everyday media practices. And, as I look around thinking about buying a handheld recorder that will hopefully be somewhat faithful to the sounds without breaking the bank or requiring tons of equipment (looking at the Zoom H1 now), I'm hopeful that, just as carrying a camera helps me to see, carrying an audio recorder around will help me to listen, to be present and attuned to where I am.<br />
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For starters, here's a 40-minute recording from a few days ago, weekend millings at Caffe Strada, one of the favorite spots here on CN. Click the link to go to the audio file:<br />
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<a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/8139599/CaffeStrada13Sept2010.mp3"><b>weekend millings at strada</b></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531623982313860312.post-81047671445602874532010-08-29T10:14:00.000-07:002010-08-29T10:14:18.228-07:00ode to dave's giant hamburgersOn the ride yesterday from Davis to Fairfield<br />
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I thought about stopping by <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/daves-giant-hamburger-fairfield"><b>Dave's</b></a> again.<br />
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Yes, I was going slow...<br />
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But finally arrived. Quite possibly the best burger this side of, oh I don't know, pick your landmark. And I was saddened to learn that Dave had left us a few years back. Hope they keep it up. Thanks, Dave.<br />
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These photos taken a week ago on a walk down from the corner of Ashby and Adeline to San Pablo and 65th, in the realm that is South Berkeley and North Oakland and a little of Emeryville too.<br />
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